God Slayer Chronicles 13 5.2 Yang Clan Calamity

Outside of the doorway, he looked up, up into the sky which was pitch black, with fetters of golden lightning rippling through the air.

Yang Chi rubbed his chin, "This should be an earth ranked artifact, impressive, especially for surprise attacks. n.o.body expects a cloud to be storing a small army." Although the artifact was nothing to mention when he compared it to the likes of which he had seen used in ancient times, he was nonetheless impressed. While the earth ranked artifact held an inconspicuous status traveling through the skies, it could be used for deadly ambushes and if he wasn't wrong if it was more efficiently run the streaks of lightning which cascade from the eerie cloud even strike select targets.

He could only tut at the wasted potential though.

As Yang Chi looked up, seeing a mult.i.tude of cultivators fall from the cloud like raindrops he didn't panic. There was a reason for this; the Azure Cloud wasn't the only party who wanted control of the Yang Clan.

"Ha! Yun Ting, you show up to the Yang Clan thinking that it has no allies?" A loud voice barked from the mountain peak into the skies.

"Mohu Yi? Why are you here?" Yun Ting, who had now left the cloud frowned.

"Old foggy, you're eighty years old and only at the midway through Qi Core? Ha! You're a disgrace to the founding ancestor of the Azure Cloud Sect. First, your Yun family couldn't even keep control of Azure Cloud; then you attack a family that helped found it?!" Mohu Yi tutted while waving his finger.

"You live up to your reputation of having a sharp tongue Mohu Yi! You dare face me?! You might have been able to break into the Qi Core Realm at the age of thirty, but I bet you've only just stabilized your foundation!" Yun Ting laughed as he drew a saber from his spatial ring.

"Oh, big words for someone with a mixed quality core!" Mohu Yi snorted, drawing two daggers.

"Hum! Presumptuous youth!" Yelled Yun Ting.

"Cloud Sabre Slas.h.!.+" Yun Ting raised his saber above his head; it glowed a bright blue and clouds formed around it.

Swis.h.!.+

He descended through the skies charging at Mohu Yi saber first, killing intent surrounding his figure.

Mohu Yi's face turned pale, "An earth grade technique, no wonder you were confident. You aren't the only one with such a powerful martial art though!"

"Shadow's Dance!"

Mohu Yi's figure seemed to break into five parts, four clones and finally a fifth which was real! Unfortunately, as they moved around dodging Yun Ting's saber, he couldn't tell which one of them was the real Mohu Yi!

Repeatedly he executed his Cloud Sabre Slash over and over again until finally, it was down to two.

"Yun Ting, although you have an Earth ranked saber technique you can only execute one move? Ha! How the might name of Yun has fallen!" Mohu Yi burst out laughing.

"Says you! Is all you can do dodge and dodge some more? No wonder you didn't have the stones to join the Broken Moon Clan!" Yun Ting vented, unable to hit him.

"Oh, such cruel words. Yun Ting, you couldn't even step foot outside of the Zi kingdom, let alone join a larger sect of the Forgotten Valley, Dog of the Azure Cloud!" Mohu Yi retorted.

"I'll show you – Sundering Clouds!" Yun Ting's saber flashed, cutting into the final shadow clone, "There you are!" Yun Ting scoffed, charging towards Mohu Yi to take the final strike.

Mohu Yi chuckled, as the blade was inches from his face, "Shadows Slip."

Wus.h.!.+

Turning into smoke, he vanished, as Yun Ting's saber paused and his mouth gaped open, the wrinkles on his face started to run red with blood.

Mohu Yi stood behind Yun Ting with his daggers plunged into his spine and head. The knife in Yun Ting's spine hid in his body, while the other in his head directly appeared on the other side of his face. The tip of the dagger, peering out from his eyeball.

"Too bad Yun Ting, it appears the last of the Cloud line has died out." Mohu Yi tutted, drawing his daggers out from Yun Ting, watching him collapse into the snow.

Looking around he laughed, the Azure Cloud Sect had no stomach to fight now that their leader had been vanquished, they turned tail and fled, hoping to live and fight another day.

Mohu Yi walked back down the mountain trying to maintain his composure, it was apparent that he'd had to use vast amounts of energy in that fight, and had to replenish, so he decided to merely nod towards Yang Zi, who was looking on with bright eyes.

Mohu Yi sat down, cross-legged meditating, swallowing a pill which made him smile and regain some warmth.

Standing outside the door of his abode, Yang Chi smiled. His mother clasped him in her arms weeping, "If only if your father hadn't pa.s.sed, he'd be here to protect us."

Yang Chi paid the woman no mind, just looking up to the peak of the mountain where Yun Ting's body laid and then up towards the sky where the Azure Cloud's artifact had disappeared, a crackle of neither thunder nor lightning could be heard.

"That's one down, two to go. They should show up at any moment no– "

"Yang Clan, your time has come to an end! The Kuo Clan shall ascend from your ashes!" A voice screamed from the bottom of the mountain, as fifty men, all with high cultivations charged through the Yang Clan gates, storming their way up the mountain.